“I thought you said he was going to be just fine?”
“He will,” I said. “If he gets some rest. Besides, you don’t want the doctor to drug you again, do you?”
He crossed his arms and glared up at me. “Does this kind of thing work on your kids?”
“Not really.” I shook my head. “Does demanding things work with your father?”
“No, but that’s not going to stop me from checking on Mase.”
Micha swung his legs over the edge and attempted to get off the bed before I could stop him. Thankfully, I caught him before he crumpled on the floor.
“I know you want to be there for him.” I lifted Micha up and put him back in bed. “But your body’s been through a trauma. It needs time to heal.”
He was only eight. The fact that he was able to pull his brother out of that lake was nothing short of a miracle.
“I can walk.” He insisted.
“No you can’t.”
Not only did his mother try to drown him, but she drugged them. That was why we had so much trouble bringing Mason back. He ingested more than his brother and was overdosing on top of drowning. A six year old overdosed on opiates. And theonly reason we knew to look for something was because Patty caught Micha’s slurred speech. Otherwise I wouldn’t be telling Micha his brother was okay.
“How about this, you get some sleep. I’ll come back in three hours with a wheelchair, and I’ll take you to see your brother?” I suggested when Micha once again attempted to get out of bed.
He stopped and eyed me. “Fine, but I’m going to time you.”
I expected nothing less from Louis Kessler’s son.
Micha laid back down and I let out a breath.
Things in here were settled down. Out in the hall, was a different story.
“I don’t care. Wake that bitch up so I can look in her eyes when I fucking kill her!”
Micha and I both recognized the voice. It was his father.
His eyes shifted over to me as I held up hand. “Stay here, I’ll go find out what’s going on.”
Despite his obvious annoyance at my statement, Micha stayed where he was when I walked out of the room.
Louis and Dr. Creswell were arguing down the hall, and they weren’t being very quiet about it.
“Calm down Louis, you can’t kill her here.”
“The fuck I can’t. The cunt tried to kill my kids.”
Wait, his wife survived? That must’ve been the third ambulance. I was too busy with Mason to see who they brought in, but…
My eyes wandered over to room they stood in front of. I felt sick. Was she in there right now?
Louis jabbed his finger in Dr. Creswell’s chest. “I’ll slit her fucking throat in the middle of town square.”
I wouldn’t consider Louis Kessler a nice or reasonable man by any means, but this version of him was downright terrifying. Not that I could blame him. I’d be angry too. They should’ve left his wife at the bottom of the lake.
“Wake her up, NOW!” Louis demanded so loud that his voice vibrated off the walls.
One word brought it all to a stop.
“Dad?”
